Today is Monday. And not only is it a Monday, it’s also the first Monday of my Christmas vacation, which means you and I are staying home together all day.
On the one hand, I am incredibly thankful for the fact that I can now do this without my anxiety following me around all the time, shouting at me like a toddler amped up on sugar. On the other hand, I’ve got a real-life toddler (that would be you) following me around all the time, shouting like she’s amped up on sugar. (Bananas, not cookies. I tend to forget bananas are like nature’s version of Chip’s Ahoy. Also, you’re obsessed with them.)